Friday, a woman I know left a message on my answering machine: “Guess I haven’t been in touch for a while,” she said. “Sorry about that.”
The last time she and I had talked had been five months ago, shortly after my father died. I’d been bereft, of course.
“What can I do?” she’d asked.
“Check in with me from time to time,” I’d requested.
So today, I prayed over this complicated and frustrating relationship. (This is not the first bumpy incident between us. Oh, no.)
I’m stuck, I realized. And have no idea what to do or say other than same ol’—which hasn’t worked, isn’t working for me.
Now, usually, moments like these are pretty devastating, when I’m feeling helpless and, can-you-believe-it, humbled by my cluelessness. But today, for some reason, my sudden realization that I had no idea what to do was tremendously exciting!
So I’ll wait. I’ll “trust the process” as my dear friend Anne advises. In the fullness of time, Something will happen.